The apocalypse has left the future in a permanent nuclear winter. The year is 1997.
Well done, lads. Well done.
We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.
There’s a storm coming, Mr. Wayne.
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.